Tomorrow, bright and early, we roll out the door and begin the first marathon day of our cross-country trip. I’ve said no to the over-ripe bannanas which thought they should be made into muffins before we leave. I told the turkeys and chickens no when they begged to have free range of the pasture while we’re gone. I told myself no when I thought to stay up ’til my usual witching hour when I know the alarm will ring loudly in the morning. I gave my dh an emphatic no when he wondered if I could cut back on bathroom breaks tomorrow. And when the kids ask if we’re there yet? I’ve got my answer ready…
NO!
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